A pair of black eyes were as bright as rhinestones. Ye Kui looked out the window quietly. The hands placed on her legs were placing her hands with folded hands, unable to help but hold them, inadvertently revealing her emotions at this moment.
The car turned out of the blue brick path and slowly stopped on a vast grassland.
He pushed open the car door and walked down.
The sky has changed.
The drizzle drizzles ticks down.
It was a bit cool, and with the cold wind, it seemed like a cold weather.
As soon as the flying blows, the cold raindrops fell on their faces, feeling slightly comfortable.
Ye Kui asked for a paper umbrella from the driver's hand, closed the car door, and she walked out of the car.
She slowly walked along the uneven stone path on the grass, and her figure gradually moved farther and farther away in the rain curtain.
Wearing a pair of golden shoes under our feet, the concave and convex body was wearing a white cheongsam that was exquisitely resting. The curled hair that was originally hanging around our waist was tied behind our heads, combed into a gentle and quiet style of the Republic of China.
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Two curly hairs fell casually from the ears, vaguely covering the pair of pearl earrings hanging on the earlobes, giving the originally small and delicate face a bit more classical charm.
Walking on the trail.
The white figure was faintly hidden under the paper umbrella, and his every behavior was immediately given a clear and leisurely atmosphere.
Stepping on the stone path, Ye Kui looked up at the surroundings. Except for the sound of the crisp stream flowing not far away, there was no one on the entire empty grass, quietly like a scroll with a trace of
Cold and lonely.
She stood on the bridge holding a paper umbrella, looking around. The long stone bridge crossed the stream. The clear stream water flowed quietly, making a wave of clear stream sounds, and drizzled from the sky.
Drops, falling gently on the stream, gradually rippling with shallow water patterns.
The branches on both sides fell, swaying gently in the breeze, and with the drizzle, scattered in the wind, blowing on the cheeks, revealing a hint of coldness.
The scene in front of me was misty and rain, which made Ye Kui's eyes as clear as streams gradually shrouded a trace of hazy mist.
The drizzle scattered on the ground, with crystal clear water droplets. At first glance, it looked like real or fake, like a dream, and it was so unreal.
She, Ye Kui, had never experienced a passionate love, but at this moment, she got a romance that was attentive enough.
After standing for a while, a black horse instantly entered her eyes.
However, the only one who caught her eye was the one who came to her.
He was wearing a military uniform of the young marshal of the Republic of China, with slender feet, wearing a pair of black riding boots, and his straight military uniform was on the man, making him look more and more heroic.
He didn't hold an umbrella.
The thin raindrops hit the hair, and a carefully drawn face could not reveal a trace of warmth. A pair of demonic eyes narrowed slightly in the breeze, with a calm and calm expression.
This picture was reflected in Ye Kui's eyes, making her unable to help but feel dazed, as if she was placed in a scroll. She was the woman in the scroll, standing on the cold and lonely bridge deck, through the layers of thin layers
The thin rain curtain and the man riding a horse were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, looking at each other from afar.
Dugu Xiang on the horse's back was like a generation of generals who were arrogant and arrogant, rushing through the vast grassland, the tick and rapid sound of horse hooves hit Ye Kui's heart in waves. At that moment, gradually